She nodded.
“Good,” Laz said, a smirk lifting on his mouth. “Then you know exactly what I’m going to do next.”
He caught Rosalind’s smile a breath before his lips crashed into hers.
11
CRAVINGS
Rosalind
The chair was no longer underneath Rosalind’s feet, but she didn’t need it. Lazerath’s arms wrapped around her torso, holding her to him as he kissed her. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked her back, pressing her against the wall before he ground himself into her.
She was dizzy. Maybe from their conversation. Maybe from the anger that had burst from her chest at Laz doubting himself. Definitely from the way he was kissing her now, matching the hope she’d seen in his eyes moments before he’d consumed her.
His groan rumbled between their chests, hands flexing at her sides, sliding to her thighs and squeezing the flesh there. Encouraging the way her hips ground against his hardness and added to the heat growing.
Shit.
“Shit,” Rose panted, head fuzzy as his teeth nipped her lower lip and she tried to cling to some rational thought. “Laz.”
“Hmm,” he mumbled against her throat.
“We—” She whimpered at the soft way he was now sucking at her pulse point. “Wait.”
Lazerath’s body went stiff, lifting his head away from her skin and slowly set her on the ground. Brows pinched, he licked his lips, which didnothelp the lusty haze fogging her brain.
“We… can’t.” Gods, the words were painful, especially as that confusion only crinkled his nose further. Rosalind cleared her throat. “There’s… I mean…”
“Is this about Dav?” he asked, and there was no hurt in his voice. Just curiosity. “Because he’s—we’refine.”
“No. No, that’s not it.” Her cheeks were surely as bright red as Laz’s skin. “The whole… chocolate thing? A really convenient time for Brioni to show up earlier?”
He only blinked back at her.
Thank fuck Mozke had already given Rose the basics, though it was probably a thousand times more embarrassing having to explain this to the demon who she was currently sleeping with.
“I’m on my… well, it’s not monthly—sort of like demons, I guess. Humansusuallyget it monthly, but I guess my body just likes to fuck around with me. Payback, probably, because I fuck with it constantly being stressed and all?—”
“Rose,” Lazerath said, huffing a laugh. “I have no idea what you’re saying.”
“I’m bleeding.”
His teeth clacked shut, and then pure panic took over his features.
“Oh, fuck, okay, where? I can smell it now.” Hands were suddenly on her again, rubbing over her sides, her back and neck?—
“Not injury bleeding, Laz,” she squeaked out, scrambling to stop his hands from wandering even further.
Gods, he couldsmellit?
He stared at her for a long moment. Blinked. Then his eyes widened.
“Oh. Oh!” He shook his head in horror. “Humans get it monthly?”
“Most do. Mozke told me menstruating demons don’t get it that often, so I guess I have that in common. Mine is sort of… unpredictable, painful, and… heavy.”
She whispered the last word, bracing herself.
